There was a time when I pursued poetry with a passion, and I've often times thought about picking it up again. Somehow I feel like I've lost a bit of that fearless spirit I once had: The one that comes with the unabashed whimsy of youth. Perhaps I will find it another day. This poem by Archibald Macleish speaks of the wordless poems seen throughout life; in the ordinary or beautiful things in life, on ordinary or beautiful days, in joys and in sadness, and in a ways a state o